CLASSIC......BOB SEGAR......L I V E....... Night Moves I was a little too tall Couldve used a few pounds Tight pants points hardly reknown She was a black-haired beauty with big dark eyes And points all her own sitting way up high Way up firm and high Out past the cornfields where the woods got heavy Out in the back seat of my 60 Chevy Workin on mysteries without any clues Workin on our night moves Tryin to make some front page drive-in news Workin on our night moves In the summertime In the sweet summertime We werent in love, oh no, far from it We werent searchin for some pie in the sky summit We were just young and restless and bored Livin by the sword And wed steal away every chance we could To the backroom, to the alley or the trusty woods I used her, she used me But neither one cared We were gettin our share Workin on our night moves Tryin to lose the awkward teenage blues Workin on our night moves And it was summertime And oh the wonder We felt the lightning And we waited on the thunder Waited on the thunder I awoke last night to the sound of thunder How far off I sat and wondered Started humming a song from 1962 Aint it funny how the night moves When you just dont seem to have as much to lose Strange how the night moves With autumn closing in........................
Posted on: Thu, 23 Oct 2014 12:22:43 +0000
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